I guess I’m weird…
I have Christmas spirit. I really do. I just don’t really get into it until after Thanksgiving. I love Thanksgiving. Love it. It was always our biggest family gathering. Amazingly drama-free, Thanksgiving has always been so much fun. Lots of people crowded into a small house, eating the best food EVER, talking, watching football, and sleeping. Best holiday, hands down.
Christmas is great. I mean, hel-lo, celebrating the birth of Jesus? It should be a big deal. And it is. It is in my heart, and my girls will never be asked whose birthday they are celebrating on December 25th and look up and say, “Grandpa’s?” (I did that.)
We don’t have a tree. I think we had one our first Christmas. It was a rather small thing, barely taller than The Husband. I’m not even quite sure how we had ornaments for it, to tell you the truth. It was old, though, and kind of hurting, so it didn’t get taken out after that first Christmas. Our second Christmas, when we were in a house and had a 2-month-old, there was not going to be a tree. Apparently that could possibly be a federal offense, so we were given a small tree (two feet tall) that came with small shiny plastic ornaments. We put it on our dining room table. I’m looking around and I’m not sure where we’ll put it this year since Li’l Bit could get her hands on it…
But… really? I wouldn’t mind if we didn’t have a tree at all.
Don’t look at me like that.
The grandparents put trees up. Friends do. The girls will see plenty of trees. Where do we put the presents, you ask? …What presents?
Okay, pick up your jaw.
The Husband and I give each other something. We buy for our family. We open all of our gifts at the grandparents’ houses. So as far as the girls are concerned, Santa takes their gifts there. Does it really matter as long as they get them? I don’t think so. Besides, they’re not given by us. We gave Big Sister her first gift last year, and she quickly dismissed it in favor of a similar item given to her by her great-grandmother, so I’m okay with them just getting their much-appreciated gifts from other family members.
We’ll probably have lights up. The Husband is okay with not having a tree this year, but he likes lights. I like them because he does them and I don’t have to help. I did lights one year when I was single. I’m pretty sure they were still on the house when I moved out… in July or August… I love looking at Christmas lights. Other people’s Christmas lights are best. Big Sister has these really cool glasses that make the lights look like little snowmen. I’ve never been high on an illegal substance, but I’m pretty sure it’s all kinds of trippy.
There’s a part of me that thinks there’s some piece of Mom Gene missing from me in that I don’t get all excited about decorating in general. I think it’s so cool to see people’s creative ideas for nurseries and kids’ rooms. I saw one little girl’s room all done with a High School Musical theme — with the title even painted on the wall! The mom is completely prepared to change it when a new fad comes along! The only reason my girls have matching “art” in their room is because I went through a Kim Anderson phase in high school.
The good thing is, I’m almost certain they’re not going to know any better. That their furniture is a mixture of things I had when I lived with my grandmother and hand-me-downs from generous friends. That if anything matches, it’s almost guaranteed to be accidental.
I had Holly Hobby window treatments and matching bed spread until I was out of the house. I never had a second thought about it. I also never realized that we were getting just three gifts a year under the tree until I was told as an adult that was the case. We always had what we needed. Most of the time, we always got what we wanted as well.
That’s a tradition I don’t mind carrying on.